WEATHERS - William Lisle Bowles Poems

This is the weather the cuckoo likes, And so do I;When showers betumble the chestnut spikes, And nestlings fly;And the little brown nightingale bills his best,And they sit outside at 'The Traveller's Rest,'And maids come forth sprig-muslin drest,And citizens dream of the south and west, And so do I.

(II)

This is the weather the shepherd shuns, And so do I;When beeches drip in browns and duns, And thresh and ply;And hill-hid tides throb, throe on throe,And meadow rivulets overflow,And drops on gate bars hang in a row,And rooks in families homeward go, And so do I.